I've had the shit scared out of me a few times. One time I told you about, when I was fifteen.
One time I was about 25, I took eight or ten vials, that is, 100 drops of LSD, to a small town in Missouri called Cape Girardeau. It's where Rush Limbaugh is from, you don't want to get caught with a quantity of LSD there. They would look upon you as a subversive intruder, and they would have a point.
So we get to this kid's apartment, and I left the stuff in the car. I was with a girl who drove, they were her friends. We're in the apartment for fifteen minutes and the door gets kicked in by the goon squad. I thought my life was over. I had a couple grams of pot in my pocket. So they're searching the place, and amidst the activity I leaned over to the girl who was driving, and said "Just say we got dropped off, we didn't drive here." So we told them that, but then they ran the plates on the cars in the parking lot, and dammit if this girl's name wasn't "Nieswonger" I'm not kidding, they're like "We know the car is yours, give us the keys." At that point I got taken to the local jail for the pot in my pocket.
So I'm sitting in jail, thinking my life is over. And about an hour later they bring in Ms. Nieswonger. and I'm looking out the little window in the cell, and she sees me and looks around to see nobody's looking. And with her hands cuffed in front, she mouths "It's ok! They didn't know what it was!"
The police, when they searched the car, failed to identify the vials, or eyedrop vials, as what they were. I got the stuff back. From that day I have believed in angels, and that they have my back.